Chapter 3

"Want the jade token in my hand?" Gu Fei immediately understood Wang Yuanzhi's intentions. This guy must have received some troublesome chores from the Hualin Pavilion and, not daring to target other disciples, found the lowest-ranking cultivator among his peers—himself.

At this moment, Wang Yuanzhi and the two young men had already walked up to Gu Fei.

"Hand it over!" Wang Yuanzhi sneered at Gu Fei, his tone leaving no room for refusal.

"Wang Yuanzhi..." A surge of anger rushed to his head. Even a worm would wriggle when stepped on, let alone a human. Gu Fei's anger had reached its limit.

Since retreating would not bring peace, he decided to resist. When there is no more tolerance, there is no need to tolerate.

However, just as Gu Fei was about to react, Wang Yuanzhi moved first. He casually formed a seal with his right hand, resembling a lotus, and softly uttered two words: "Seal!"

The two young men in white beside Wang Yuanzhi chuckled, waiting for the show to begin.

As soon as the seal was formed, Gu Fei felt his body tighten. The space around him seemed to solidify, and he felt as if he were suddenly trapped, with powerful forces squeezing him from all sides.

A wave of spiritual energy emanated from Wang Yuanzhi's right hand, drawing on the surrounding spiritual qi, instantly binding Gu Fei.

"Ah!" With a roar, Gu Fei's muscles and bones tensed, veins bulging on his forehead. His physical strength erupted, resisting the compressing force.

Gu Fei's muscles trembled, and his bones crackled under the pressure. The sheer physical strength he possessed burst forth, his bones creaking.

The struggle between physical strength and spiritual energy created visible ripples in the air. Seeing Gu Fei still struggling under his "Seal," Wang Yuanzhi's expression changed, and he was inwardly surprised.

This Gu Fei, who was only at the third level of the Awakening Realm, could actually resist the "Seal" he had cast, which was surprising, given that Wang Yuanzhi was two levels higher.

However, the surprise on Wang Yuanzhi's face was fleeting. The gap between their cultivation levels was too great, and Gu Fei could never be his match. Two levels of difference were insurmountable.

Although Gu Fei could resist the "Seal," he could not break free from it.

"Hmph! A brute, this is the result of practicing a trashy cultivation method." Wang Yuanzhi and the other two young men sneered at Gu Fei's desperate struggle.

Wang Yuanzhi, feeling smug, formed the seal with his hand and signaled to one of the young men beside him. The latter immediately understood and stepped forward, reaching into Gu Fei's chest.

"Ugh!" Gu Fei roared, his chest burning with rage, his eyes bloodshot from the strain.

"What's the fuss about!" The young man was not intimidated by Gu Fei's ferocity and directly retrieved the jade token from Gu Fei's chest, which had been taken from the Hualin Pavilion.

"Senior Brother Wang! Catch it!" The young man turned and threw the translucent jade token to Wang Yuanzhi.

At that moment, Wang Yuanzhi was still forming the seal, using his spiritual energy to maintain the "Seal" on Gu Fei. Seeing the jade token fly towards him, he naturally extended his left hand to catch it.

This caused his focus to waver, and the power of the "Seal" weakened. Wang Yuanzhi suddenly realized the danger and inwardly cursed.

In a flash, with a "Peng!" sound, Gu Fei, driven by his rage, unleashed a burst of strength, his muscles and bones erupting with power like a volcano, shattering the "Seal" and delivering a punch filled with fury.

"Bang!" The punch hit the back of one of the young men, who had been standing in front of him. The young man's smile froze on his still somewhat childish face as he was sent flying.

"You..." Wang Yuanzhi was shocked and angry. His "Seal" broken, his mind felt as if it had been struck by a thousand-pound hammer, his face turning pale, and his body swaying as he took a step back.

"Peng!" The young man who had been hit crashed onto the stone floor in front of the house, the dust on the floor scattering into the air.

This sudden burst of action startled Wang Yuanzhi and the other young man, who were now facing a Gu Fei with bloodshot eyes and wild, black hair, looking like a madman.

The "waste" they had spoken of seemed to have unleashed his fury. Gu Fei's eyes glowed with a terrifying light, his gaze like that of a fierce beast, making them feel a chill.

The fear and anger were fleeting. A cultivator two levels lower than himself should not evoke such fear, which made Wang Yuanzhi very angry.

"Boy, this is on you!" With that, Wang Yuanzhi charged at Gu Fei like lightning.

"Die!" Gu Fei roared, his expression almost mad. He punched directly at Wang Yuanzhi, the powerful force causing the air in front of his fist to vibrate, producing a loud sonic boom.

The strong wind from the punch blew Wang Yuanzhi's long hair backward, and he felt the force of the wind on his face. This punch was not to be underestimated.

This was undoubtedly the strongest punch Gu Fei had ever thrown. Driven by his rage, he had unleashed the hidden strength in his body, a force that even exceeded his current physical limits.

However, as Wang Yuanzhi instantly reached Gu Fei, he suddenly "whoosh!" split into two figures. This was a low-level combat technique—Mystic Shadow!

Gu Fei, in his rage, was startled. The next moment, his punch passed through Wang Yuanzhi's chest, hitting nothing but air. A feeling of frustration and the urge to vomit blood immediately rose in his chest, and his face turned deathly pale.

The afterimage quickly dissipated, and Gu Fei, realizing the danger, tried to use the momentum of his punch to charge forward.

But it was too late. Wang Yuanzhi's dark, dripping face appeared behind him. He smiled strangely, raised his right hand, and spiritual energy gathered in his palm, emitting a burst of power.

"Five Dings Open the Mountain!" The chilling words came from behind, making Gu Fei feel as if a massive mountain had struck his back. He was thrown into the air and crashed into the trunk of a large tree in the courtyard, then bounced and rolled to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The tree swayed, and a few withered leaves fell from its branches.

At this moment, the young man who had been hit by Gu Fei's punch had already gotten up, a trace of blood on his lips. However, when he saw Gu Fei being hit and spitting blood, his face showed panic.

The other young man also looked uneasy when he saw Gu Fei spitting blood.

Only Wang Yuanzhi, with a cold laugh, walked up and stepped on Gu Fei's head, looking down at him coldly. "A waste is a waste, what can you do with your anger?"

"Senior Brother Wang, let's go!" One of the young men glanced at Gu Fei under Wang Yuanzhi's foot and urged him. Fellow disciples sparring was not forbidden, but if someone was seriously injured, it would cause trouble.

After all, Gu Fei had a master. Although his master was also a "waste" among his peers, his seniority was still there, and if he pursued the matter, they would be in trouble.

"Don't panic!" Wang Yuanzhi said indifferently, then a thread of consciousness entered the jade token he had taken from Gu Fei. The next moment, he laughed.

"Hehe, Gu Fei, I didn't expect your luck to be so good. Well, I'll enjoy your good luck for you." With that, Wang Yuanzhi lifted his foot from Gu Fei's head, reached into his chest, and took out his own jade token, throwing it on Gu Fei's body. The jade token originally belonging to Gu Fei was now in his own chest.

Wang Yuanzhi gave a contemptuous glance at Gu Fei, who was lying on the ground, and then turned to leave. The harsh laughter gradually faded away, and Gu Fei, lying under the tree, almost ground his teeth in rage, filled with boundless hatred.

"Wang Yuanzhi, I will repay today's humiliation tenfold, a hundredfold." Gu Fei slowly sat up, and suddenly, a "ding!" sound was heard as a jade token fell from his body.

"Hmm! This is Wang Yuanzhi's jade token, but now it's mine." The tasks described in the jade token must be completed; it was part of the sect's evaluation. Failure to complete them would result in punishment.

Among the young disciples, only the top ten most outstanding cultivators were exempt from the sect's chores. After all, these disciples were the focus of the sect's cultivation and the hope for its future.

Picking up the jade token and scanning it with his consciousness, Gu Fei's expression changed. The task was to go to the Bishui Cold Pond, a hundred miles away, to hunt three-tailed Bishui carp.

What was originally Wang Yuanzhi's task was now his. How hateful! Gu Fei punched the ground in anger, and with a "peng!" sound, his fist sank into the soil.

The Bishui Cold Pond, though not a place of great danger, had water that was always as cold as ice. Ordinary people dared not approach it, let alone dive into the pond to catch fish.